Xing Zhaozhao then recognized the old lady; wasn't she her sister-in-law, Chu Hongmei?
Looking at the others, it was definitely Gao Mingzhi's family.
Chu Hongmei's cries quickly attracted the attention of others as well.
Gao Jiabao and Gao Jiabei were just children back then. More than fifty years have passed, and they have no memory of Xing Zhaozhao. But Gao Mingzhi still remembers that the moment he made eye contact with Xing Zhaozhao, although he didn't cry out, his face turned deathly pale.
"Second Uncle?!" Gao Jiabao was the first to recognize Gao Mingcheng, who was sitting with Xing Zhaozhao. He showed a hint of fear on his face and had no intention of coming over to get closer to him.
Gao Hongfei's Zhaohong Group has become incredibly successful. For the Gao family, it was a great opportunity to ride on their coattails and rise to prominence, but none of them dared to take advantage of it, as they were all terrified of Gao Mingcheng.
Gao Mingzhi also saw Gao Mingcheng, and then looked at Xing Zhaozhao sitting next to him. Suddenly he understood something. The paleness on his face quickly faded, and he walked over to Gao Mingcheng with a fawning smile.
So many years have passed, and now he has someone new by his side. Does that mean the past is the past?
"Oh, it's Mingcheng. I didn't expect to run into you here. What a coincidence," Gao Mingzhi said with a smile.
Gao Mingcheng stood up and shielded Xing Zhaozhao, coldly staring at Gao Mingzhi: "Get out..."
“Why bother? They’re all brothers, and so many years have passed. You’ve even started supporting a young wife yourself. Why are you still arguing over a woman who’s been dead for so many years?” Gao Mingzhi asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about, get out." Gao Mingcheng said coldly.
Gao Mingzhi chuckled: "You're a renowned and ruthless general, why are you pretending to be stupid? Even if you act like you're deeply in love with your sister-in-law and find a young wife who looks exactly like her, no matter how similar they are, it's not her anymore. Don't deceive yourself."
Upon hearing the words "Iron-Blooded Warrior," many people in the breakfast shop had their eyes light up.
Gao Mingzhi's granddaughter immediately took out her phone and snapped a picture of Xing Zhaozhao's face.
Gao Mingcheng's face darkened. He quickly pulled Xing Zhaozhao into his arms, covered her face, and walked outside.
Some people tried to surround and block the way.
Gao Mingcheng looked over coldly and hissed, "Get lost..."
A chilling cold spread rapidly outwards from the center of Gao Mingcheng's gathering.
The once noisy breakfast restaurant instantly fell silent. Meeting Gao Mingcheng's dark eyes, they shuddered and quickly made way for him.
As Xing Zhaozhao passed by Chu Hongmei, she glanced at her unintentionally.
The moment their eyes met, Chu Hongmei trembled violently, her face turning deathly pale. She murmured repeatedly, "It's her, she's back, she's back..."
Watching Gao Mingcheng leave, Gao Jiabao walked to Gao Mingzhi's side and said disapprovingly, "Dad, you know Uncle's temper. If you go against him like this, we won't get anything good out of it."
Gao Mingzhi glared at him: "Idiot, that was before. Things are different now. Didn't you see that woman? If you don't take this opportunity to instigate a falling out between father and son and find a way to get a share of the spoils, do you want your child to end up as poor and destitute as you?"
"Does that woman really look a lot like my second aunt?" Gao Jiabao asked.
"They look alike, not just alike, they're practically identical," Gao Mingzhi said, momentarily lost in thought.
“However, I’m afraid we can’t handle this on our own,” Gao Mingzhi said, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.
Gao Mingcheng covered Xing Zhaozhao's hand and walked quite a distance before letting go of her, making sure no one was paying attention.
Xing Zhaozhao was trembling violently, and she could barely contain her laughter.
"I've become your little wife." She looked at Gao Mingcheng with sparkling eyes.
Gao Mingcheng looked helpless: "Don't listen to their nonsense."
"But I never expected my Mingcheng to become such a fierce warrior." Xing Zhaozhao's gentle, watery gaze remained fixed on Gao Mingcheng. "Can you tell me about it?"
Meeting Xing Zhaozhao's gentle gaze, Gao Mingcheng's cold expression softened: "What did you say?"
Xing Zhaozhao took his arm, casually chose a direction, and walked slowly forward: "About your experiences on the battlefield."
"There's not much to say about that..."
"I want to hear..."
"..."
Gao Mingcheng couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he chose some things he could tell her that wouldn't scare her.
Even so, Xing Zhaozhao was still moved to tears. When they reached a place where no one was paying attention, she hugged him tightly and said, "Thank you for coming back safely."
Not knowing what the situation was at home, Xing Zhaozhao didn't dare to stay there any longer and decided to go home to check on things first.
Although Gao Mingcheng was reluctant to part, he thought that since they had already met, there would be plenty of opportunities to meet again in the future, so he let it go.
Thinking that his three children were still alive and well, Gao Mingcheng felt a surge of emotion. He bought a bunch of things and asked Xing Zhaozhao to take them back with her.
Xing Zhaozhao said with some regret, "It's a pity that only I can get through that door; the children can't come over together."
Gao Mingcheng also felt it was a pity, and couldn't resist buying some more.
Fortunately, Xing Zhaozhao was strong enough to lift it.
Gao Mingcheng also bought Xing Zhaozhao another cell phone and installed a SIM card: "Since the children can't come, send me some photos. My phone number is already saved in it. Call me directly when you come over."
"Okay," Xing Zhaozhao replied with a smile.
Upon reaching the cellar, Xing Zhaozhao tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the corner of the lips before turning around, passing through the door, and going back inside.
Gao Mingcheng touched the solid wall and sighed softly with regret.
I wish he could go too.
Just then, Gao Mingcheng's phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, his expression hardened, and he immediately answered, "Hello? It's me. Okay, I'll be right back."
After hanging up the phone, Gao Mingcheng glanced helplessly at the solid wall and sent a text message to the phone number he had just registered for Xing Zhaozhao: I have to leave temporarily, I'll be back soon.
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